Tempo takes a step back, frustrated at not knowing the game that the boy was playing. "What do you want?" "I just want to play, darling." he laughed, going back to sit on the ledge, but facing Tempo. He tilted his head to the side, the mischievous glint in his eyes studying Tempo meticulously. "I won't cause you any trouble, don't worry." "Why do I feel like you spell trouble?" he asked, barely above a whisper, but Haze heard it all the same, thanks to the lack of any outside noise whatsoever. "I can be trouble if I want to be." he winked behind his volto mask, and Tempo could feel his blood want to boil, but for some reason was unable to. Haze laughed, summoning a dark cloud to reign over them. -------------------- In a world where powers anyone can be born with powers, Seungmin lives a double life as a superhero. All seems to be going well for him until he comes across a mischievous trickster hiding behind a white mask who seems dead set on monopolizing his attention for himself. If that's not enough to get Seungmin reeling, his classmate seems to be waving a hand in his direction as well, stepping up to grab his attention whenever the trickster is out of sight. It's confusing, really, he has no idea who he has to focus on now.

"Did you know that you were my first love?" Jeongin confesses out of the blue and the way Chan blinks at him, astonished, before he bursts out laughing doesn't even give Jeongin the opportunity to be embarrassed about it. He joins the older in laughing. "What?" Chan splutters through his giggles. "Yeah!" Jeongin says, as if offended that Chan was doubting him. "I mean, you were the older boy that took care of everyone in the cabin, and we were pretty close, so of course I had a crush on you." "I'm only two years older than you." Chan's laughter starts to die down but there's still so much humour in his face when he looks at the younger. Jeongin snorts. "So? You're still older than me." "What about now?" Chan asks; there's a small spark in his eyes, a slight sheen that's akin to hope as he looks at Jeongin. "You still have a crush on me?" Jeongin narrows his eyes at Chan, then jabs a finger onto the older's shoulder to push him. "Don't get cheeky with me." "That's not an answer." Chan grins at him teasingly and Jeongin huffs. He didn't think Chan would make a big deal out of it. For God's sake, Jeongin was eleven when he decided that he had a crush on thirteen-year old Bang Chan. A lot has changed since then. "I'm not giving you an answer." Jeongin sticks his tongue out at Chan, reminding the older of the hyper-active but timid kid he shared a cabin with during summer camp. Chan reaches over and pinches his cheek, much like how he would when Jeongin was being particularly adorable. Maybe not everything has changed. -------------------- When Jeongin's parents decide that he should spend high school in Seoul, the last thing he expects is to meet his old summer camp crush, Bang Chan, in his new high school. Summer camp is a lot different from high school but that doesn't stop them from rekindling their childhood friendship after years of no contact with each other. Some things have changed now that they're all grown up, but first loves never die.

"Stop leaving your wallet on the counter, you idiot." "I left it? Again?" "Again." •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° In which Hyunjin has too much on his mind, and the boba tea shop Changbin works at happens to be open during his lunch break. (This story is just senseless, feel good fluff for when you need the happy fluff.)

Scales. Scarlet scales that transformed into a dark maroon at the end of the fins, the single glimpse he got of the creature hiding behind the coral. Hair. Coal black hair knotted and flowing with the current of the tank water, the second glimpse he captured when it poked his head out of the spot in curiosity. Skin. Smooth skin that stood out against the background of the water, the last glimpse he got as the thing came out of hiding. And whatever it was, was beautiful. ----------- This was my first story, I promise the later chapters are more organized and well written

Reboot Command Successful. Beginning Reactivation. Rebooting Neural Network. . . Temperature: OK Language: OK Sensory: OK Visual: OK Memory: Running. . . Running . . . All Systems: Stable Artificial Intelligence: Online Primary Function: Checking . . . Checking . . . Primary Function: Companionship. Welcome to the World, C.O.S.M.O.S.

Burn·out Noun 1. (of a motor vehicle) the practice of keeping a vehicle stationary and spinning it's wheels 2. physical or mental collapse caused by overwork or stress

Breaking News! World-class figure skating champion Lee Minho under went intensive surgery last night. There have been no further updates on his condition, but we can only hope he returns to the competitive scene soon. ❅❆❅

Jisung moves into his new home; unprepared for the upcoming events. He dangled his hand off the bed on the first night, only to feel another hand grab his own. His romantic self felt flustered, but the only problem was... he lived alone. This story contains: 🌸 Short chapters but fast updates 🌸 Humor 🌸 Swear words 🌸 Smut? (hmmm) 🌸 A bit of angst Started: 01/23/22 Ended: 05/04/22 Most impressive rankings: #2 in Minsung (02/16/22) #1 in Han (02/25/22) #1 in SKZ (03/30/22) #3 in Stray Kids (07/29/22) #1 in Lee Know (08/23/22)

REWRITING When leaving a rural town to reside in Seoul for a new internship, Jeongin Yang moves into a run-down studio apartment to save money; however, his neighbors aren't exactly the sanest... Especially, Christopher Bang, who always calls him by the name, Honey. !A retelling of the webtoon, Hell is Other People!

Jisung likes writing letters to the boy who's always alone. Then everything flips and he's the one who needs someone by his side. But who could love him enough to be there? 𝙒𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩. - 𝙙.𝙟 TW:: depression, suicidal themes, abuse DISCLAIMER: the idols in these stories are used only as faces for my characters. i'm not claiming to know their identities, personalities or that any pairings i make are real/should be treated as such; everything here is fictional.